Well. Things have certainly changed from one week to the next. So much that I’m not moving out at the end of May, but at the end of June. That just means that I’m slightly less homeless than I originally thought, but not by much.
I still don’t have a place to live in July.
All of my stuff is in storage, I look like I’m currently a squatter in my apartment.
My super is starting to show my apartment, so I’m a bit nervous at it all. At least my apartment is bare and clean.
I still don’t know what’s going on with the Trafalger house. At this point, it seems like it’s completely off the table, and I’m treating it as such.
I don’t know what Andrew and I are going to do, although we do have options, none are what I really like.
I’m just starting to panic a little bit.
I don’t know if you can tell.
Possibly a little since I’m typing in such short sentences.
Ok, I’ll stop now. I’m sure that it will all work out completely fine. I’m just hoping that where ever we end up, it won’t be as much as I’m currently spending on rent and I can finally start saving money again. It’s time to get out of the red, and into the black [for my savings, I don’t have any debt right now].
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